EXT. FRONT OF HOUSE AND DRIVEWAY - SUNRISE
One of similar middle class homes with modest front yards that line the leafy street across from a leafy park. United States Stars and Stripes on a couple flagpoles. Screen door shows front door open.
Potted plants, hummingbird feeder, two rockers on the porch that leads to the steps to the driveway, occupied by a 1987 GMC R1500 Sierra pickup truck with Wyoming plates in fine condition, backed to the garage door.
Two-tone paint, running boards, grill guard, trailer hitch, lined bed well with tool box.
Tom - cowboy boots, crisp jeans, belt featuring silver buckle with two linked turquoise horseshoes, western-style shirt with pearl snap-buttons, straw Stetson - opens front door, Wanda - slippers, robe over gown - comes through with a thermos. They proceed to the truck.
WANDA: Thought about where you might have lunch?
TOM: Ain't countin' on it bein' there but if it is that taco truck in Cimarron we stopped at comin' back.
WANDA: Tortilla Azul.
TOM: That's it. Knew it was tortilla somethin'.
WANDA: The only better tamales I've had are Maria's.
TOM: She and the boys got there yesterday.
WANDA: I remembered as soon as I said her name.
He opens driver's door, puts hat on suitcase on passenger side of bench seat with saddle blanket cover. Automatic transmission and dash stylishly upgraded to modernity, including satellite radio. He puts key in ignition, folds down middle seat to console function, turns to Wanda, she hands him thermos, he places in container, turns to het. They embrace facing each other.
TOM: What are you and Daisy doing today?
WANDA: Coffee and croissants at the cafe, walk on the river trail, the library for a showing of Cheyenne Autumn -
TOM: Really?
WANDA: Yep. It's their summer film series that I didn't even know about until Trudy told me last week. After that to Centennial for a glass of wine at Bear Bottom and sunset at Mirror.
TOM: Jealous. Any more shows at the library after this?
WANDA: Cat Ballou next week, then a movie I don't know called Heartland, with Rip Torn, wraps up it up the following week.
TOM: I don't know that one either. If you don't have any plans that day, maybe we could see it.
WANDA: I'll check my schedule.
They embrace, kiss. He checks watch.
TOM: Five-fifty. I'll call at seven and every hour on the hour.
WANDA: Thank you.
TOM: Except when you're at the library.
WANDA: Text me at two and three.
TOM: Will do.
WANDA: And maybe a selfie from somewhere along the way.
TOM: I have an idea already.
They kiss. Tom into driver's seat, starts engine, rolls down window. Wanda steps up onto the running board, pokes her head in.
TOM (CONT.): Ready?
Wanda nods. Tom drives to the street, stops.
TOM (CONT.): I don't guess ya know how many days til we land in Honolulu.
WANDA (BEAT): A hundred and two. And elevenish hours, if the plane's on time.
TOM: Elevenish, huh?
She checks his watch.
WANDA: And twenty-two minutes.
TOM: I love you, Wanda.
WANDA: I love you, Tom.
They kiss.
TOM/WANDA: Miss you already.
Another kiss, Wanda steps down off running board, folds arms cross chest.
WANDA: Git before I start crying.
TOM: Before I beat ya to it.
WANDA: Which house first?
TOM: The brick near the river?
Wanda nods, gives thumbs-up that Tom returns.
WANDA: Go. Okay?
Tom nods, flashes peace that Wanda returns. He makes turn onto street, Wanda watches him drive away.
INT. TRUCK
Tom nears stop sign, his eyes on WANDA IN REARVIEW. He puts hand out window, waves. She waves back.
WITH WANDA
She watches the truck stop at light, left turn signal before Tom makes turn, looks at her, blows a kiss she returns before Tom leaves view. A BREEZE RINGS THE CHIMES. She walks to porch, waters plants to WESTERN MEADOWLARK SONG.
About to enter house, her attention turns to the CROW ON A FENCE, seeming to stare back at her. It CAWS THREE TIMES, flies away out of view. Ruth enters house, screen door closes, then front door.
A HUMIINGBIRD finds the feeder.
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